Just Because I Met You

Chapter 9

"Oooh, you didn't tell me this room was right next to yours."

I roll my eyes, "Oh geez. Strike me with lightning, that I forgot to tell you."

He walks in setting his backpack on the bed, as I stand in the doorway.

"There is a drawer over here, and a closet if you need to put any of your clothes up." I told him.

He looked at me with a small smile, unzipped his bag, and dumped out, what looked like two outfits. "This is all I got.." He said.

I bit my lip, and looked down. That fast, the whole mood changed, and so did Jared's.

"Hey.. Don't feel bad for me if that's you're doing right now. Remember what I told you last night?" He spoke softly. I scoffed, "I really don't care." We both said in unison, repeating what he said last night at the fire.

"Atta girl, Ari." He said. I shook my head pulling a grin at him, then remembering the pasta downstairs. I turned on my heel to make my way down to the kitchen.

"Wait." I looked behind my back at him, nodding upwards in approval for him to speak. "Thanks for letting us stay, and being so okay with it. I didn't know how you were going to take it. Since I was a jackass to you."

I bit my lip, "See? Its not that impossible to be nice to me, now is it." I asked more in a stating manner.

I walked down the stairs to see Trina and Mom talking, Trina shot me a quick smile while she was talking. I returned it unconsciously. When I got to the kitchen, I turned the stove down, and just stirred the pasta. Jared was actually nice when he wasn't around people. He must be one of those guys that keeps a hardened ego around his boys. Fake. Whatever. Him living here was definitely going to be a change, which meant no more privacy and in other words. No more walking around the house in my underwear, no more looking ugly and enjoying it, no more singing horribly bad in the shower....Who am I kidding? I'm still going to sing in the shower. Whether its likeable or not.

I could already feel the fights and arguments coming near the future over the TV remote. I knew if Jared came to change the channel, there was going to be a huge problem . Quarter of my life lived around watching The Real Housewives, Teen Mom, and The Vampire Diaries, come in between that and it'll be World War III.

Flashing back to the weary smile Jared shot me upstairs when I told him he could pack his clothes away in the Drawers and Closet was truly embarrassing of me to say. He told me not to feel bad, but how couldn't I? I wanted to help, and being the kind of person I am. I was going to. Once the pasta was finished, I grabbed two plates from the cabinets and stacked them with pasta. Grabbing two cups in advance, then pouring some Minute Maid in both. The first plate, I sat on the dining room table, "Trina, this is for you!" She peered over Mom's shoulder, and her smile brightened.

"Oh, thank you so much!" She cheered. I walked back in the kitchen to where the second plate was and carried it upstairs. Jared's door was half way open, so I eased in slowly. Beginning to speak, nothing came out when I seen Jared shirtless and a shirt over his head signaling he did not realize I was present.
Good god, slay me now.

How dare he have such a body resemblance to Channing Tatum at the age of 18. How dare he?! And here I was cursing him for it, when I should be blessing him for such eye candy of the day. I was in awe of his hard, lean frame as he stood before me. I tried to tear my gaze from the outrageous outline of his magnificent form of abs but it was no use, and his devilishly handsome features shifted into a knowing grin as he caught me staring.
Shit, shit, shit..